The Road Less Traveled

The Road Less Traveled

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Robert Frost

The picture above is the view from my mom's grave. I knew when I saw it that I needed to use it on a page. My mom lived only a mile from here. I am my mother's daughter! We went this way many times as it is the way to the "main" road. She would always tell us to make sure that the engraving on her stone faced towards the road. So her "head" stone is actually a "foot" stone!!
Below is a picture of my mom. I like this picture because it shows how much she was loved. It was mother's day and I just love all the flowers around her. The pink roses were from me and it's me she's talking to on the phone. It was one of those silly things we did.
My mom lived in Pennsylvania, near Pittsburgh. And of course I live in Sacramento, California. Although I think I was still living in San Francisco when this picture was taken.

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